Words, words, words, words, words
Who interrupt and in failing me
A world of mine is tightly fixed
Summer days which passed me by
Through my life, I searched to see
And in paying, I need more time
Stories beside a poet\'s book
Alphabet injustice is this a crime?
Another page, another feathered ink
Deep within and hiding in my mind
Tables are my paper sheets of new
Paragraphs of life included chapters
Somewhere somehow I\'d like to think
Going round and round inside my head
When I wrote a love poem about you.